history - remembered and made

remembrance day, 2014

i stood on the steps outside the house for a minute silence. 
cars and trucks carried on as normal on canterbury road;

... but the wind carried the sound of the Last Post on a bugle from somewhere. 

sometimes the wind carries memories to us like faint notes of a song - incomplete, but recognisable enough that it stirs a memory, a picture in our minds, an emotion in our hearts, a tear in our eye. 

then a deep breath - as if i inhale the memory - and i turn back to my everyday, hoping that what i do makes a difference to others, ... hoping that in my everyday i might make history rather than just repeat it